Played Backward
and punch the wall.
I cry out her name sobbing...
she's gone
slamming the door.
she storms out
my face stings
SLAP.
Hurt expression...rage
recriminations
wounded hearts.
Angry words, petty jealousies
my insecurities her indignation...
Confrontation, accusation.
Where have you been?
She comes home.
This is an experiment in progress- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
